[Skit]
"It's the police, open the door. Police, open the door! I mean, open the door. I need to talk with you for a moment, can you please open the door? We need to talk to you for a moment... We know you're in there"
"What are you taking?... Is it meds or something?"
"No..."

[Verse 1: DEAN]
A few empty glasses
A few dozen messages
My vision is too blurred
Yet someone keeps on callin'
Oh it's my fuckin' (Shit)
My fuckin 'ex

[Verse 2: DEAN]
But actually, I don't care
I can't really remember you
But beyond the handset, on the phone
Why is your voice sounding so unaffected?

[Bridge: DEAN]
So how about you, 'bout you, you doing well lately?
How about that bastard? Are you satisfied?
So how about you, 'bout you, you doing well?
I was pretty curious
But I said nothin' (But I say noth')
"What?"
[Chorus: DEAN]
Cause I'm motherfuckin' good
And I get that money
I can tell this feeling
Mo-mo-mo-motherfuckin' good
I'm motherfuckin' good right now (Right now)
Hella good right now (Aye)
I can tell this feeling mother-motherfuckin' good (Right now)